Luyện nghe bài hát Ghetto Qu Ran (Forgive Me Pt. 1)

(talking)
Uh huh, uh huh, uh huh
Southside, what y'all niggas about the dirty south?
One

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Lord forgive me, for sinned
Over and again, just to stay on top
I recall memories, filled sin
Over and over again, and

Yo, when you hear talk of the southside, you talk of the team
See niggas feared Prince and respected
For all you slow muthafuckas I'm a break it down
See Preme was a business man and was the killer
Remember, he used to the bulletproof BM, uh huh
This here get ya seasick, I sat and peeped shit
The roll with Easy Wider and they get blunted
Had the whole projects workin for on five-hundred
As a youth, all I ever did was crack
I used to cat
Hurt me to my heart to hear nigga snitched on Pap, how he go out like

Rumors in the hood was Jes was
I ain't believe that, pa, he helped me cop my GSX-R
Had the four-runner, the Z, the 5 and the 3
Used to drive his truck through the draggin jet skis
Gerald Wallace to Baby Wise, don't be suprised
Of how freely I thought of names of guys who with pies
LA and Wise, L got shot in the neck, then told his connect
Them who shot 'em got 'em for ten bricks
Fuckin Dominicans, turned around and gave 'em bricks

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That first verse is just a dose of the that I'm on
Consider this the first in the ghetto's Quran
I know a lot of that get dough like Bimmy and Joe
And Prince and from Hillside with the mole on his nose
Throughout my struggles the hood, I started learnin
Life's a bitch, a pretty face, but she burnin
Man I'm a get cheese like Chaz then run whips like Cigar
all the time like country-curly head Prince and Tata
Po-po pressure too, they know what they facin
Go against crews B-Bo and killers like Pappy Mason
A niggas I know been corrupted since birth
Enticed to rob nuns for fun, for they worth
I know some cats that hail at old complexes Cooley Wall
Together niggas stand and divided fall
Round here, shook niggas they it in motion
Come around here with your rollie you can get robbed like
Lord knows, had loved and sold
Helicopters, Royces with Louie Vuitton interior
Might like I'm fantasizin, but son I'm dead serious
was no dummy, brought Benice to wash the money
Had money out the ass, he like the Asian
FEDs couldn't catch him so settled for tax evasion

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Yo, rest in peace to Rich and Ron, money they was about yo
The twins was queens but got crazy cream with Alpo
my time I heard tales of Himey, Frenchy, Jamaican Pauly, Ducky

Rodney and Chick, shit
A lot a flow the way I flow
but ain't been in the game all their life so don't who I know
Writin is the best way I express how I feel
If I ain't rich by twenty-six, be dead or in jail
Comin up I heard to much booze'll leave you confused
And if you watch the you see playas in this game that lose
I'm Lefty and Jazz, Pretty Tony and Lance
Head Lou, Mel son, Troy and E Money
And a conversation shrimp and lobster
And Benny Hiners heard Chico stopped boxin, and started robbin
Shout out to and Clutch, Bob Dre, Black Will
If the don't kill you the Mac will

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